Layla scoffed.
Layla said.
Hunt said.
When none of my friends begrudged me even that faith, I added,
Layla answered.
But Hunt jumped in.
Layla said.
I persisted.
Layla said.
now Brady said.
Layla barked a laugh.
Griffin chuckled, and the rolling sound was like a balm to the pulpy, healing mess that was my heart.
he said, somehow making the insult sound loving.
Layla and Brady laughed, too, and my heart grew a fraction more buoyant. We had no plan and too few answers, but having one another had always been enough before. Why couldn’t it be now?
Because there’s a murderous psycho after you all?suggested a pesky and annoying voice of reason.
Griff said, as if we were still fighting to accept what he hadn’t confirmed with his own two eyes as we had.
Layla snorted.
Hunt said.
Brady groused.
Hunt said.
Brady growled.
Griffin said.
